Browsing All Posts filed under »Journalism and me«

A letter to my 11-year-old self

August 15, 2015


Don’t expect much, really. Advertisements

On community and isolation; camel burgers and bourgeois happy feelings

July 6, 2014


Thoughts from a fresh grad far away from home.

On supertyphoons and journalistic dreams

November 11, 2013


The strongest typhoon of the year just left an absolute hellhole in my country and it made me think about my life.

Stuff I learned during my summer internship

May 25, 2013


I learned what risottos and souffles actually look like.

Internship update

May 6, 2013


I edit truckloads of pictures for

Confessions of an intern (so far)

April 23, 2013


It is now lunch break here and I’m forcing out all of the creative juices I have for this heartfelt blog post about my internship.

Just another post about my career choices.

January 26, 2013


Let’s face it – people, especially in this country, don’t go into journalism if they want to make money. That is, unless they’re absolutely good, working for well-known media agencies with an awesome pay, and/or from rich families that don’t have to care about having a kid that will raise the entire family from poverty.